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Casey moves her hand towards the lock when the stranger spoke, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Terror covers Casey's face showing her fear, she pulls her hand back from the lock with her eyes looking around the yard for anyone else. "Where are you?" Casey asked softly. "Guess," The stranger tormented. "Please don't hurt him," Casey pleaded as she searched the yard for the stranger watching and tormenting her. "That all depends on you," The stranger warned her. "Why are you doing this?" Casey asked as more tears streamed down her face. "I wanna play a game," The stranger told her firmly. "No..." Casey whined.

"Then he dies. Right now," The stranger told her harshly. "NOO!" Casey shrieks fearfully. "Which is it?" The stranger asked her. A long silence filled the call as Casey touches the glass, staring fearfully and longingly at Steve who is crying. "What kind of game?" Casey asked him. "Turn off the light," The stranger ordered her. Casey's hand goes to the switch, Steve tugs and pulls at his straps as if begging her, his face drips with sweat as he cries. She switches the light off, Steve disappears into the darkness while Casey moves away from the glass, back towards the living room, unbelieving and horrified.

"Here's how we play. I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives," The stranger tells her as Casey crouches down behind the couch, tipping a lamp cord from its socket, darkening the room as her body quivers. "Please don't do this..." Casey begs. "Come on. It'll be fun," The stranger informs her, a smirk heard in their voice. "No... please," Casey pleads through her cries. "It's an easy category. Movie trivia," The stranger tells her with an amused tone, "I'll even give you a warm up question." Casey continues to plead and beg for them to stop but it seems to amused and entice the stranger.

"Name the killer in Halloween," The stranger asks Casey. "No..." Casey whimpers with a sob. "Come on. It's your favourite scary movie, remember? He had a white mask, he stalked the baby-sitters," The stranger encouraged her. Casey goea silent, a nervous wreck as she can barely speak much less think. "I don't know..." Casey muttered. "Come on, yes you do," The stranger encouraged further until Casey finally the mention of Steve bought her out of her fear enough to answer. "Michael... Michael Myers," Casey whispered. "Yes!" The stranger cheered, "Now for the real question."

"Noooo...." Casey cried out. "But you're doing so well," The stranger told her softly. "Please go away! Leave us alone!" Casey begged wishing this was just some nightmare. "Then answer the question. Same category," The stranger told her despite her pleas to stop, "Name the killer in Friday the 13th." A mad smile purses Casey's lips, she knows the answer to this one as it was one of Annie's favourites when they were friends. "Jason! Jason!... JASON!" Casey shouts through her tears in confidence. "I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer," The stranger informed her making her smile fall.

"No it's not. It was Jason," Casey told him with a frown. "Afraid not," The stranger replied to her. "It was Jason! I watched that goddamn movie twenty times with that dumb horror bitch Annabell Dalton. It was Jason!" Casey sneered at the stranger unknowingly angering the stranger with her words. "Then you should know Jason's mother, Mrs Vorhees was the original killer. Jason didn't show up until the sequel. Even Annabell Dalton knows that," The stranger replied through gritted teeth. "You tricked me," Casey breathed out. "Lucky for you, there's a bonus round. But poor Steve, I'm afraid, he's out," The stranger informed the blonde.

The implication sends Casey running to the kitchen, to her glass doors where she quickly flips on the porch light to see Steve eyes wide, sitting in the lawn chair with his belly gaping open, a mass of blood and ripped flesh as his insides lay on the ground between his feet with steam rising. A scream erupts from the bottom of her soul as Casey collapses on the floor nearly passing out from the shock and sight. "Final question. Are you ready?" The stranger asked her with as slight chuckle. She clicks off the light removing Steve from her sight, "Leave me alone... please..."

"Answer the question and I will," The stranger told her firmly. Casey is curled up on the floor like an infant, rocking slowly back and forth. "What door am I at?" The stranger asked her causing her to freeze in place. "What?" Casey asked breathlessly. "There are two doors to your house. A front door and a back one. If you answer correctly -- you live," The stranger explains to her. From where Casey sits she can see both the front and back doors. She deliberates with her last bit of strength she tries to strategize. Eyeing both the front door and the back door trying to decide between the two.

"Don't make me... I can't... I won't..." Casey cries softly. "Your call," The stranger told her. In the darkness, Casey crawls to the kitchen counter, she leans up and grabs a long, sharp knife. Casey looks around her, she looks down the hall to the front door then turns back to the kitchen glass door. It suddenly shatters to bits as a lawn chair comes flying through it exploding glass sprays everywhere startling Casey. She springs to her feet before bolting out of the kitchen as a shadow moves quickly through the shattered doorframe.

Somewhere in the house, back flat against the window, listening to feet walking on cracking glass. She turns and unlocks the latch, quietly sliding it up as she hears the killer move through the foyer to the front door. Casey lifts herself up and puts her legs through the window, holding the knife in one hand while the other hand held the phone. She eases out the window, fumbling, dropping the knife back in the house. She starts to reach for before huffing and taking off without the weapon to defend herself. "I can hear you. I know you're here," The stranger told Casey in a taunting tone.

Casey eases along a narrow path between a tall fence and the side of her house going towards the front yard. She reaches the three curtainless windows, peeking through the first one, she spots the killer as they opened the foyer closet searching for her. Casey creeps along to the next window, she looks in and sees the killer is completely on the other side of the room moving toward the hall that leads to the other parts of the house. She moves further along the house squeezing by hedges to the third window, she peeks in to the killer who is staring back at her.

His face covered with a ghostly white mask, inches from her with his void eyes piercing through soullessly. Casey screams as their hand crashes from the glass window grabbing hold of her neck, she beats at him trying to free herself, her nails dig into his arm as she wrenches from side to side before finally breaking free as the hands disappear inside the house. Casey rushes around the corner of the house, eyeing the front door though it remains closed. Her eyes sprawling over the country yard when she spots distant headlights coming towards the house, she recognises them instantly and she moves towards her parents car.

The Ghost masked killer appears and Caaey stumbles back, catching her balance as the killer moves on her, arm poised high, a flash of silver and Casey is struck across the chest. She looks down to see her shirt blossoming red, a look of bewilderment as she drops to one knee. The knife rises again and Casey throws her hand forward, the blade comes down but it's blocked by the portable phone still in her hand. She turns staggering towards the driveway in hopes to get her parents' attention however, she collapses to the grass and the killer is upon her instantly with no remorse in his actions.

Mr and Mrs Becker came across the mess of glass within the home and became panicked for their little girl. Mr Becker searches the house for his daughter while Mrs Becker is hysterical until her husband informs her to call the police. Mrs Becker moves to the phone in the foyer and picks it up however, there is no dial tone so she jiggles the base until a soft voice sounds through the phone, "....help me...." Mrs Becker began to freak out alerting Mr Becker about her daughters presence on the phone. "Get in the car and drive down to the Mackenzie's," Mr Becker tells him panicked wife.

Mrs Becker rushes out of the home while Mr Becker searches through the house more thoroughly when a blood-curdling scream echoes out, he immediately rushes towards his wife. He finds her on her knees, bent over as she retches. His eyes move beyond to a tree in the front yard, his stomach fails him and his dinner rises as he bares witness to the single, most horrifying sight he'll ever see; His only daughter hangs from a big oak tree, strung up and very much dead with her stomach ripped open. Casey Becker gutted like a fish but some psycho leaving Mr and Mrs Becker traumatised and broken.

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Rosemary Speaks

Casey Becker is dead.
I was gonna have it all in one chapter but I don't like making long chapters. I'm strange like that. But it means more chapters.

Any thoughts, questions, and/or suggestions?

See you in the next chapter!